by cronchbottle » Wed Jan 24, 2024 1:22 pm
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The discussion between Addison and her friends were interrupted by the sounds of the castles ancient but pristigeous golden bells ringing out across the castle walls, producing a massive echo afterwards. That was their signal to make their way to their first class, for Addison and some of her fellow Slytherins this was their divination class. Since it was something that came so easy to her, it was a relief that it was her first class of the day, she would have plenty of time to wake up her mind for potions class. She grabbed her friends arm and happily walked out of the great hall and onto the winding staircase up to the divination tower. The ancient oak stairs creaked at every step, ghosts with their eerie glow swirled around, and the people in the paintings chatted happily to one another, these were the sights and sounds of Hogwarts that she grew to love.
The Divination room was a beautiful cozy room with scents of different incenses flowing around the room, producing a deep contented sigh out of the Slytherin. She settled into one of the many plush velvety seats in the front, and placed her hands on the crystal ball before her and took in a deep breath. Every class period she would do a reading for her friends before class got started, swapping little fun fortunes of course, nothing serious ever came out of the ball. However today was different, when she looked into the ball for herself, her smile fell from her face. When asked what she saw she just shook her head and stated that it was nothing, but that was a lie. The blue crystal was flooded was flashes of a bright green light, one that she knew very well, Avada Kedavra. She did her best to shake the shivers running down her spine, but the image would stick with her for the rest of the day.
She did her best to return her focus back to the class at hand, today's lesson being a brush up on tarot cards. She brought out her favorite deck, one with gold plated decorations that shone brightly in the light when placed. She took in some deep breaths as she shuffled the cards as instructed, setting intentions of happiness and joy, but she was afraid that when she pulled the cards they would show the same as the crystal ball did. As she was shuffling three cards flew out of the deck and she flipped them slowly, her smile disappearing once more. Death, Judgement, and the Five of Wands. She looked up to meet the worried eyes of Professor Trelawney and met the professor with worried eyes of her own. Immense change, judgement, and rivalry. While the death card didn't necessarily mean change in a horrid way, but with the mixture of the other cards it indicated something rather daunting. For once in her life she wished that her mind wasn't in the right place when she pulled the cards, rendering them useless and incorrect, but she knew that she never pulled cards wrong.
She quickly excused herself before rushing out of the room to get away from the professor and her friends astounded stares. She looked down at her hands which were shaking slightly before looking out the window to ground herself. Her life had always been perfect, what could possibly be coming to get in the way of that. Whatever it is, she needed to be prepared, but how could she prepare for the unknown.
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Ron groaned as the Hogwarts bells rang out signaling what he believed to be was his doom. "You've got this Ron." Harry said, trying to cheer his best friend up as he could tell the look on his face signaled his immense and sheer terror to go to potions. He practically even had to be dragged out of his seat by Hermione to be taken out of the Great Hall and into the winding castle hallways. "Please don't make me do this," he groaned, shuffling his feet as he begrudgingly walked through the winding hallways to the dark staircases that led down to the potions classroom.
The hallway was dark with a green glow emitting from the burners in the potions classroom. That in and of itself was enough to make him shudder, that seemed rather evil. He made his way down the rickety old stairs, still rather slowly, briefly haltering before he was shoved into the room by Harry. "Oh boy I'm screwed," he groaned as he made his way to pick up his cauldron from the the back of the room. He grunted as he picked his up from the very bottom and set it down on the back bench, the iron thudding against the wooden table.
He looked up at the board and collected the ingredients listed, Jobberknoll feathers, Stewed Mandrake, Powdered Sage, Galanthus Nivalis, Alihotsy, Peppermint and Eel eyes. At least he was able to figure out which potion this was going to make, a memory potion. He placed the peppermint into the bowl grinding it out into much smaller pieces, slowly adding in the other ingredients in what he thought was the correct order. However, when he saw the other students potions emit a blue glow and his was glowing a bright red, he knew he made a mistake somewhere. He huffed and slowly scooped out his potion into a vial and brought it up to the professor who shook his head disapprovingly. Ron slowly slunk back to his seat with a whooping D, for dreadful, and sighed. He placed his head in his hands as he waited for his friends to finish.
"If I keep getting dreadfulls there is no way I am going to be able to pass this class. Maybe Rachel can help? Tutor me maybe?" The gingered hair boy questioned, genuinely seeking advice from his friends on what steps he could take to get his grade up. He knew that she would love to help him, but he didn't exactly want to bother her with his troubles. However after a few minutes of reassuring his friends he decided he would ask her for help in between the next class. Afterall their professor always made sure to fit in another lesson after an exam.